Blogging

I find this means of informal yet anonymous communication fascinating. It is such a short time since the internet materialised into being and here we are potentially communicating to a global community who might just happen to log in to this site. Interactive media at its best?

Note my writing retains a relative formality. I am still governed by the social constructs, in spite of the lack of known audience. I have relayed this site address to only a very few people and fail to see how this medium actually becomes more than a sort of potentially public email. When I first learned how to fast text on my mobile, I sent ridiculous texts to friends and relatives. Gradually I learned that I was being boring and wasting time and money, but at the time, I felt a great joy at being able to so easily communicate with the people I loved. Needless to say, they humoured me if they replied. Is this just another of those mediums? And why do I seem to want to communicate with those afore mentioned and not they?

long weekend

I love long weekends. 3 days to relax and catch up and a short work week. Have been seriously sidetracked from life yet again by reading, this time Linda La PLante's "The red dahlia". Whose read it? I'm about half way, but have to stop and do reading for uni.

Am doing one social work psychology unit - Human behaviour, and Media in its social context, a journalism unit. Yes, I am slowly achieving a BA in my spare time, and I am always wondering why. Will I ever change my job? I doubt it. When it comes down to it, we work for money, and we do that with what we know to do best. I shall be a physio forever. There's no money in writing....

Friday night telly

Watched "Dalziel and Pascoe" last night, - the one about the occult murders, scary, well done as usual. I have to watch "My family" afterwards to bring perspective back before I go to bed. The BBC crime shows are getting cleverer and cleverer. I seriously hate going out on friday night and missing them. And, no, I haven't ever worked out how to use the video record timer and I wouldn't get the time to watch what I recorded. Yeah, well I'd rather lie around with a good book when I'm allowed time off to veg.

Have started reading "We need to talk about Kevin" by Lionel Shriver. 'Harrowing' fits well. Well written, but long and wordy, leaving you depressed and grateful that (so far) none of my children have ever committed murder. I'll discuss further as I get more read.

I am new to this, so bear with me, ie. have patience. Does anyone read this stuff anyway?

Last night I seriously blasted 23 year old son who lives here with his pregnant girlfriend - lovely girl, not a penny to her name, but plenty of debt, neither working consistently, but managing to feed themselves - mostly, anyway. Came home from an exhausting day at uni then fitball to no dinner even started, 7.30 last night, get the drift, bin not put out, washing I left strategically by back door to hopefully find its way to the line, still there in its basket. Am I not obliged to go off my face? And then whose fault is it that I wake at 4am with a savage migraine requiring major medication? I know, mine.

Came home from work today to find male lodger in house has put frozen leg of lamb in oven instead of leg of lamb desperately needing cooking which is still in fridge, in plain view. Too late, and we're still waiting for dinner at 8.50! Hark, I hear it's done.